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Post by Orion Voltaire on Mar 7, 2008 0:44:29 GMT -5
Orion was itching. Not the scratchy itching. That was obnoxious. Then again, the itching he was feeling was pretty damn obnoxious too. No--he was itching for a fcuking fix--wihch he hadn't had in over two years. And he was itching to bitch at Angee for being a stupid cnut and not letting him have it. And he was itching to take his ass to Detroit, say fcuk it all, and just fcuking cave.
Being sober sucked.
He didn't have that self-satisfaction anymore. When he'd first quit, he'd been ... happy with himself. Very happy. Now he just didn't have that. He actually didn't understand why he'd done it in the first place.
Because he'd been a dumb cnut. That's why.
Fcuk that.
Pissed off, he was glaring at nothing inparticular. Angee was surely going to be looking for him by now. He'd walked away from her in the middle of an argument about--surprise surprise--his itching.
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Post by Angee McCorkle on Mar 7, 2008 0:55:55 GMT -5
Angee was pissed.
Pissed. The hell. Off.
Ryan had stormed off in the middle of a ... heated debate that morning, and that only served to make Angee angrier than she'd already been at the time of the argument. Now she was stalking all over the castle and the grounds, trying to find the insufferable asshole she had the misfortune to call her boyfriend.
She finally saw him, across the lawns from her, and her brow creased. She marched right over to him, hands on her hips and looking ready to kill. Or punch. Either way. She could honestly say that she had ever confidence that even if she hit him, he'd never hit her back. Moron that he was, he wasn't asshole enough to hit a girl. That was Aidan's thing. Even though Ang knew she didn't have grounds to say stuff like that, she'd already decided it was true, and was constantly concerned for teh welfare of her sister.
She was so done with this 'Ryan wants meth again' shit. It was absolute shit and she wasn't letting him do it. He had to keep being the good man that she knew, and that meant staying off the drugs.
"Ryan!" She shouted as she got within hearing distance.
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Post by Orion Voltaire on Mar 9, 2008 23:34:24 GMT -5
Orion's head snapped up when he heard Angee's voice. Not right now. God damnit couldn't he get one moment's fcuking peace from her fcuking bitching? Smirking he watched her walking toward him and he brought his hands out of his pockets, producing his cigarettes--the one bad habit he still had that she was oh-fcuking-kay with.
Lighting up, he waited until she got closer before even bothering with saying anything. "If you bitch one more fcuking time Ang I swear to fcuking God you'll regret it." She was tired of the "Ryan wants meth" shit? Well he was fcuking tired of the "let me control Ryan and make him into my bitch" shit. It worked both ways.
Sneering, he brought his cigarette up to his lips and took a long hit off of it before finally looking at her again. "You've turned into one helluva fcuking cnut Angee."
Why was he saying this to her? Because she refused--yeah refused--to let him--you heard right, let him--have a fix. He didn't see where she had any right to refuse him anything. As far as he was fcuking concerned, he was the only one who could and WOULD decide what he was or wasn't going to do. She could stop fcuking bitching too--it wasn't like he'd already fcuking relapsed or anything. God damn she acted like he wanted to kill a puppy or something.
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Post by Angee McCorkle on Mar 9, 2008 23:48:19 GMT -5
Angee stalked down to him as he lit a cigarette. She thought about asking him for one of his, but she really didn't want to ask him for anything at teh moment, so she just pulled out her own pack, lighting one out of sheer stress and inhaling deeply, letting smoke out her nose and just glaring at him for a moment. She seriously felt like killing a bitch at the moment. The bitch being Ryan.
"Oh? I'll regret it?" She didn't back down an inch from him, she never did. "I'd like to see you try one single thing, Orion Voltaire." The last thign she was was afraid of her boyfrind. She wasn't her sister, and she made sure everyone knew it. If Ryan throught he was going to walk the fcuk all over her, he had another thing coming. And she wasn't going to let him relapse.
"And I'd appriciate it if you didn't walk away from me when I'm trying to talk to you," she continued, in reference to their earlier conversation. Really, when she was pissed, she found any reason to bitch at him, and that was her current one.
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Post by Orion Voltaire on Mar 9, 2008 23:59:47 GMT -5
Ryan rolled his eyes when she lit her own cigarette. She liked to think she was pretty damn badass didn't she. Lighting up after he did. Ooooh the big girl can smoke. Fcukin' cnut. Orion wasn't the slightest bit happy when she didn't turn on her heel and immediately walk away, deeming the conversation as a lost cause--which it was.
There was no way over his dead body that he was going to listen to her. They were fcuking dating--not married. And if this shit kept up he couldn't exactly see that ever happening either. Of course--it wasn't something they were planning in the first place but whatever. It was definitely out now.
He gritted his teeth when she proceeded to repeat his words back to him and then basically told him he wouldn't do anything. It was true, he'd never even thought about hitting her or even coming close to it--but right now it seemed like a really good fcuking idea. Or one of those really bad ideas that feels really good at the time but you immediately regret once it happens.
Either way--it was a good idea.
Smirking when she mentioned his walking away, he cocked an eyebrow in her direction, took a hit off of his cigarette and blew the smoke her way. Dropping the still burning stick onto the ground, he shook his head. "fcuk that Angee. fcuk you."
He walked past her, sort of giving a stare down while he did it like in those old wild, wild west movies. She was going to get pissed because he was walking away from her again but right now, he didn't think he could stand around and talk to her without doing one of those really stupid actions that one thinks back on very stupidly.
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Post by Angee McCorkle on Mar 10, 2008 0:05:11 GMT -5
Angee took another long drag from her cigarette, just watching him. She was pissed. She was at the end of her rope with all this 'ryan wants his drugs back' shit. The reason she'd stayed with him was because he was the twin who had control, who was sober. If she wnated to be dating a meth addict, she could have gone after Aidan. Shit. That was a bad thing to think about. Her pregnant sister's boyfriend . That was just a problem.
She waved the smoke away from her face, looking a lot calmer than she felt as she watched him drop the cigarette. She moved forward, grinding her heel into it to put the sparks out. fcuking moron was gonna start a fire.
As soon as he'd walked past her, she whirled around, letting her own lit cigarette fall to the ground. Jesus Christ, she was damn sick of this. Without even thinking about it for more than a second, she pulled back and punched him right in the back of the head, grunting as she did so.
"STOP WALKING AWAY FROM ME, RYAN!"
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Post by Orion Voltaire on Mar 10, 2008 0:14:32 GMT -5
Orion had almost seen this coming. Still--no matter how many times you think you'll get hit, when it actually happens, it's totally different. For example, when he'd thought about her hitting him, he didn't invision himself becoming enraged. But he was. Ryan was fcuking pissed. Beyond pissed--he was fcuking livid.
"What. Did. I. FCUKING TELL YOU ANGEE!!" He turned on the spot, bringing his hand up along the way and backhanding her hard across her cheek. With a slackened face save for his eyes, which were a dangerous shade of very dark brown right now, he grabbed for her wrists, holding them tightly in his hands, his thumbs pressing at her arteries.
For a minute, he just stood there, glaring at her and watching an angry imprint grow redder by the second. "Don't you ever fcuking touch me again Ang." A forced step backwards. "If you do--I can promise you sweetheart you won't like what I do about it."
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Post by Angee McCorkle on Mar 10, 2008 0:39:14 GMT -5
Angee really didn't expect him to retaliate all that much. At all, really. As far as she knew, Ryan wasn't really okay with hitting women. Apparently as far as she knew wasn't entirely correct. She stumbled back as he backhanded her, and was standing there, stunned, for a moment, unsure of what to think abotu this situation.
Which was why, when he grabbed her by the wrists, she didn't even fight, allowing him to get a death grip on her wrsts, pressing on her arteries. She seemed to come alive all at once, kicking out at him, and missing his good bits by inches. "Orion fcukING Voltairs I will kill you if you ever put your hands on me again!"
As he forced her to step back, her eyes grew dark and she ducked her head, biting down on the hand that gripped her right wrist until he was force dto let go, immediatly pulling back and punching him in the jaw, pushing him away from her.
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Post by Orion Voltaire on Mar 10, 2008 0:50:21 GMT -5
Ryan had to admit--this whole thing was feeling pretty damn good. He hadn't felt like this since the last time he'd used. Two years was a long fcuking time so he wasn't willing to give it up that quickly. "You'll kill me?" He smirked. She'd already missed when she'd tried to kick him in the damn balls--how the fcuk did she think she could manage murder? "Don't lie to yourself babe. You love me too much."
As of right now--he guaranteed that last statement of his to be false.
Hissing out in pain, he immediately let go of her hand when she started biting him. "Fcuking BITCH!" She'd just fcuking BITTEN him. Like a fcuking RABIES INFESTED CAT! What kind of crazy fcuking psychopathic lunatic whore would DO THAT?!
For that split second, he allowed himself to be pushed away but he returned with a vengeance. Orion glared and shook his head before lurching at her and taking her down to the ground. He sat on her stomach, making it impossible for her to even TRY kicking at his fcuking good bits and grabbed her wrists again, this time not giving her any chance of getting away.
"You just made the WRONG MOVE ANGEE. The wrong FCUKING move." Oh he thought he was pissed before. Now was a different story. Now he was ready to fcuking kill. Kill his girlfriend though--that didn't exactly sound like a good idea. Not right now anyways--he was still smart enough to know that at least.
He let go of her wrist long enough to hit her again, this time putting force into it he hadn't the last. He nailed her just beside her eye and grabbed her arm again. He leaned in close to her face, a small smirk in place. God DAMN this felt good. "Why don't you just do what you're fcuking told for once. Stop being a stupid fcuking cnut and I wouldn't have to DO THIS."
Somewhere in the back of his mind, it registered that this was the wrong thing to do, the wrong move to make, the wrong state of mind to be in. He just ... couldn't help it. He felt GOOD and he liked it. It only intensified his cravings, however.
"Now, be a good little bitch, promise you won't fcuking hit again and I'll let you up." Just for good measure, he squeezed a little harder, knowing that by now her hands had to be going tingly. Orion Voltaire had somehow just become the ... Aidan of the pair.
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Post by Angee McCorkle on Mar 10, 2008 1:03:10 GMT -5
Honestly, what the hell was going on right now? She didn't know how to react to any of this, and it was getting to be a really bad situation. She expected him to back off after she hit him a second time. She expected him to just calm the hell down and back the hell off. No such luck. He lunged at her and took her down, all without her really seeing it coming.
He hit her again, and this time it hurt. It fcuking hurt. He got her below her eye, and it actually made her yell that time. She looked up at him, and actually started to get frightened. He looked ready to murder someone. This only reminded her of one thing, and that was Aidan. Ryan was supposed to be the level headed one, who stuff like this never happene dto. Aidan was supposed to be the one who lost it, the meth addict who couldn't control himself. Not Ryan. Never Ryan. And yet here he was.
She shook her head at him. She felt like crying, but she wouldn't. She never cried, and this situation wasn't worth it. "What, does this make you feel like a big man? Beating on someone smaller than you? Is this gonna make you a better man, a better person, Ryan? Is this better than the drugs? C'mon, what is it? You like having fcuking POWER, Ryan?" She spat at him, she was pissed, and she wasn't going to treat this situation like he was the one she loved. She'd treat it like he was a threat to her, because right now he was.
"The only bitch I see around here is you, Orion."
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Post by Orion Voltaire on Mar 10, 2008 1:39:29 GMT -5
Orion loved the cry Angee made when he'd hit her. That one yell that told him that he held her under complete control. This was better than being in control during sex. Way fcuking better than that. And that was pretty damn good to start with...
When she started talking, he felt himself start to wind down a bit. God she was so fcuking right. He was sitting here, beating up his girlfriend because she wanted him to stay sober? What the hell was he doing? Why was he doing it? The itch for the hit was there but that couldn't be the only reason. Something about this whole thing was just fcuked up. Why was he doing this? Why did the back of his mind want to drive a fist into Angee's jaw and pray to God he knocked her the fcuk out? What the fcuk was going on here?
Then she opened her god damn mouth again and he remembered.
Because she could never just shut the fcuk up. Never.
"God damnit Angee do you ever stop runnin' your FCUKING mouth?" Shaking his head, he sat up and let go of her hands a minute. He felt a little bad because there would probably be bruises and there are no ways to cover those up with lies. You don't fall off of your broom and get thumbprint bruises. Of course, with Hogwarts the way it was now, it was liable to happen just about anywhere and there was really nothing you could do about it...
Shit.
He didn't understand what he was thinking right now but he knew he wasn't thinking clearly. That much was pretty damn obvious. But Angee wouldn't fcuking STOP. He'd TOLD her not to come looking for him. He'd TRIED walking away again. She'd fcuking HIT HIM. Stupid fcuking CNUT!
All of this only made him angrier again and he looked back down at her. For a minute there, his demeanor had changed. He'd seriously considered apologizing profusely and then going and throwing himself into the lake with the flesh eating Inferi. Now, however, he was feeling nothing of the sort.
"I'm fcuking done Ang. I want a god damn fix and I want you to stop being a god damn stupid fcuking cnut." His tone was very even and a little disinterested. Distant. Cold. However you wanted to put it. The look in his eyes had gone from murderous to merely disgusted. "What I want more," he continued, a glint in his eye he was sure only the girls in Detroit had ever seen. "Is for you to start acting like the fcuking slut you usually are and fcuk me. Sound good baby? I can always arrange it if you're not ... feeling it. I can do the ... work."
What he was implying was nothing short of awful. Angee was sure to catch the meaning as was anyone else if they were walking by--but not one person was walking by. It was one of those days where you didn't see many people outside. Lazy bastards.
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Post by Angee McCorkle on Mar 10, 2008 21:42:47 GMT -5
Angee felt like killing him right now. This wasn't the relationship they were supposed to have, and he wasn't supposed to treat her like this. As he sat up, letting to of her wrists, she rubbed at them, looking up at his eyes. The look in his eyes was terrifying. She'd never had to deal with anything like this before, not with him, and for the first time, she was scare. Terrified. And she had an inkling of the way Eva often felt with Aidan. Which was enough to piss her off even more, but that wasn't exactly her immediate concern.
The look in his eyes changed as he went on about wanting a fix and what a cnut she was. The tone in his voice was distant, and she didn't like that. And she just wanted to run away, but she really couldn't, because he was a lot heavier than her, and he was sort of pinning her down.
She was about to start bitching again, demand that he let her up, when his eyes changed again. And that wasn't anything she'd ever seen in his face before. Her mouth dropped open slightly as the full impact of what he was implying hit her. Her boyfriend had just threatened to rape her. That's what he'd just done.
"ORION!" She was struggling wildly beneath him then, tears springing to her eyes. The most painful thing about all of this was that she believed him. He acted like he'd really do it, and that was scarier than anything else. Tears fell down her face as she struggled with him. He had to get off of her, this couldn't be happening right now.
"Get OFF of me!"
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Post by Orion Voltaire on Mar 10, 2008 21:58:37 GMT -5
Perhaps that had been a step too far. Dicking around and hitting her was a whole lot different than threatening fcuking rape. That was something he was sure his brother never even did. Actually, he didn't think his brother had ever hit a girl either--not in a way that was just 'bitch do what you're told'. Maybe once or twice during sex--but that was to be expected.
Wait a minute--what was he thinking about all this for?
Angee flailing wildly beneath him, screaming at him to get off of her, tears in her eyes. God what the fcuk had he done. He'd fcuking hit her--twice--tackled her, bruised her, and threatened to fcuking rape her? What the fcuking hell was wrong with him?
For the first time all day, Ryan came to his senses.
"Ang I--" but what could he say? 'I'm sorry for that bit of woman-beating--you understand right?' Seriously. This wasn't one of those situations that went away. She wasn't going to just let it go. If this happened between Eva and Aidan, he could see Eva letting it go. Angee was different. She was a very proud and stubborn and secure person wheras Eva was insecure and timid.
Well shit. Fcuking shit. What the fcuk was he supposed to do about this. He didn't want to get off of her because he knew as soon as he did, she would either run or she would beat the hell out of him. He needed to fix this before either of those happened.
"Angee I'm sorry... I didn't mean--I just wanted--" just wanted fcuking meth. That's what he'd wanted and that's why he was in this fcuking situation. And here he'd thought he was away from the shit, that it had nothing to do with him.
"Babe I just--shit."
He couldn't get himself out of this.
There was no fixing it.
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Post by Angee McCorkle on Mar 10, 2008 22:16:37 GMT -5
Ang started to calm down slightly when he started to talk. Talking was better than his previous implications, so she let him do it. She lay beneath him, chest heaving and sweat matting down her hair as he stuttered over his words, not really getting anything productive out.
And really, she was just pissed. He had no right to treat her, or any woman, like this. IT was a bunch of BS, and she wasn't going to stand for it. Ryan had to realize that she wasn't like Eva. She wasn't going to take this shit lying down.
... Figuratively speaking, that is.
She shook her head at his apologies, his 'sincerety'. It was fake. If it was real, he wouldn't have done it to begin with. It might have been different if he'd been on meth and not just craving it. That might have been a different story. But he wasnt' on it, and he didn't have it to use as a crutch.
And he was just an asshole.
She shook her head, and when he still hadn't gotten off of her she pulled back for the third time in the past ten minutes and punched him solidly in the face. If he didn't get the hell off of her right now, there was going to be hell to fcuking pay.
"I told you to get the HELL off of me," she said evenly, poorly hiding the hurt behind her voice and her eyes.
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Post by Orion Voltaire on Mar 10, 2008 23:06:00 GMT -5
Orion knew before he'd even started talking that saying he was sorry wasn't going to help. This wasn't one of those situations where apologizing made everything better. Hell this wasn't one of those situations where apologizing did anything at all. He knew she wasn't buying it--even though in all honesty, he really did feel like the worlds biggest ass. He felt like a trophy should be erected in his honor and then smashed into the side of his head, actually.
Yeah, that big of an ass.
He winced when he watched her pull her fist back again, knowing damn well what was coming. She was gonna-----scratch that. She had just hit him. Again. And holy FCUK it hurt.
Get the fcuk off of her? Okay. He could do that. He stood up off of her but pulled her with him, wrapping his arms around hers and pinning her own to her side. "Angee--don't hit me. Just fcuking listen for a minute. Please."
Chancing it, he let go of her slowly and stepped back away from her, giving her the space she'd demanded. "Ang you know for a god damn fact that I would've never done that. It's just a bad fcuking day and I need a fcuking hit. I haven't felt like this in two fcuking years Angee and I don't know why it's happening right fcuking now but it is. And I don't know--maybe we should--maybe I should go back for a bit. To Detroit."
She wasn't going to want him to go. Going back only meant he'd end up fcuking hooked again. Angee knew that as much as he did. Although at present--she might tell him to go. She might tell him she never wanted to see him again and tell him to go right fcuking now even. He didn't know.
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